last rites. . .
rain fading into
bird song
(Received 1st Place in the 2015 Betty Drevniok Award)
Published by
Carl Seguiban
Carl's native tongue is Chavacano, spoken by less than half a million people and dwindling. A trained architect, haiku appeals to his modernist leanings. 'Less is more', ?form follows function?- these dicta for modernism also guide his haiku. His poems have been published in Modern Haiku, Frogpond, Bottle Rockets, A Hundred Gourds, Moongarlic, Presence, Under the Basho, paper wasp, FreeXpression, The Heron's Nest, cattails, Prune Juice among others. He hopes to publish a haiku book in Chavacano before he or the language disappears.
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Perfect!
It looks just as perfect to me today, Carl. Wonderful haiku. I hope you enjoyed my comments on it.
Beautiful, memorable haiku. Well done.
Most poignant, Carl.
Ah – lovely! :)
marion
Beautiful piece!